Crazy, Stupid, Love (A One Direction fanfic)

Chapter 8 - the truth of the matter

"S-so, you're Alex?" Louis asks, nervously. I nod. "And C-Carter is really dead?"

I nod again.

"ALEX, WHAT THE FUCK! YOU KNOW HOW HURT HARRY IS GOING TO BE VERY HURT WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU'RE NOT REALLY CARTER?!" 

"Yeah..but..." I whisper.

"Alex.." He sighs.  Louis let's out another breathe and asks, "Why did you tell him you're Carter?"

"I really have no idea." I sigh, slouching a bit.

But I do have one. For once, I wanted to be the popular one. The one with the lovely, handsome boyfriend. The one everyone was friends with.

"Her funeral is tomorrow?" He asked, patting my back. At this point our ride was almost over. "Can I go with you?"

"Yes, but please don't tell Harry! Just tell him you're gonna go out with friends.."  I say nibbling my lips.

"I won't tell him."

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Today is a sad day for everyone. Everyone that knows atleast. Today is Carter's funeral. Blaire arrived at London yesterday, at almost midnight.

We're all tidying up. I slip into my black lace dress Carter and I had picked out when we were 16. I put half my hair up and curled it, kind of an Ariana Grande inspired hairstyle. Slowly, I applied red lipstick to my lips.

A knock on my door and a "Alex, we're leaving." was all I got from my father that morning.

I hurried to grab a coat, and my handbag. I walked down the long, luxurious stairs. I didn't want to ride in a car today. 

Paparazzi. Great.

Paparazzi follows every person in my family, even Jordan, part of why I wanted to move out of London. The reason they follow us is easy, my parents are amazing actors. They're like the second Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. They're a very famous Hollywood couple.

I wonder if that's how Carter and Harry met.

I get to Harry and Louis' flat. I knock and wait.

"Hello...?" Harry opens the door. "What are you doing here looking so lovely?"

"Is Louis here?"

"L-Louis?"

"Yeah Louis.."

"Oh yes. He's in here. Come in." He offers. "Has the paparazzi been following you all morning?"

"Well I just came from my hou- my parent's house a couple minutes ago, they've following me since." I got in as he closed the door.

"Louis, Carter's, uh, here to see you, I guess." He said, sounding unsure. It was obvious he was bothered by the fact I was there to see Louis and not him. But he wanted Carter to be there with him, not me.

"Why do you sound so surprised, mate?" Louis scrunches his eyebrows, tapping his foot on the foot a couple of times. I'm not sure if this is meant to be a joke or if he's serious.

"I don't mean to brag but, uh, she usually comes to see me." He plays with the hair on the back of his head, widens his eyes and turns around to sit on the sofa.

"Well this time she's here for me, Harry. Don't get offended, I'm only taking her to go shopping!" Louis smiles, as he grabs his wallet. 

He straightens out his tie. That's when Harry said, "Dressed like that? In all black? It looks like you're going to a funereal!"

Louis and I looked at each other. His eyes were sad eyes. I can tell it affected him that I'm not, in fact Carter.

"We are, actually." I say.